“I’ll leave the car in the driveway, Herbert,” he said. “Tell Otto to put it away when he comes in. Tell him I want to see him.”
The butler did not reply. He looked at his master, puzzled. Blake stared back; his eyebrows crept together in the characteristic manner when he was annoyed.
Herbert recognized the action and was quick with his response.
“Yes, sir,” he said.
Paget turned to Blake. “How about the game of billiards?”
“Good,” returned Blake.
Paget turned toward the billiard room, and Blake followed. Paget said something in a low tone, without moving his lips. Blake turned and looked back at Herbert.
“Drinks,” he ordered.
“Yes, sir.” There was no further hesitation in the butler’s manner as he went toward the dining room.
THE two men were playing billiards when Herbert arrived with the glasses. When the butler left the room, Blake whispered to Paget: